Andy Peat

Best climbed in big slippery boots in the autumn rain. Slightly raised pulse.

Can't remember the exact date of this one. I was out in the woods a lot with a rescued Pitbull who had been kept mostly in town around that time. He inspired the name by absolutely loving running around the forest at the end of my old climbing rope. The route should be done 'Gritstone' style: Flatcap, old boots and a roll-up in the corner of your mouth.

I got sandbagged by Mr. Dawes on the same day he did Angel Share. Suprised myself by pulling through the rockover into the chipped runnel and realising I couldn't jump down, pre pads of course, I was told to just traverse right and up. So I did.